Dragon Yin Sect, the front mountain hall.

"Huai'er, you are reckless in today's matter. Zheng Dahu sat at the head of the hall, his brows furrowed deeply, and his face was full of sorrow.

"Although that Feng Yi only has a fourth-level cultivation of quenching the body, he has a deep understanding of the true inheritance of the old man Xinli, and he is extremely proficient in the first-hand martial arts 'Wind Chasing Knife'. ”

Saying that, Zheng Dahu couldn't help but let out a long sigh, "Alas...... In addition, in the past three years, he has fought hard day and day outside, and his combat power and experience against the enemy are by no means comparable to those who grew up in a greenhouse. In this battle of life and death, what should you do to fight him? ”

Zheng Huai sat on the seat of the young master, looking at the dark night outside the hall, and the killing intent in his eyes was like substance, "Father, haven't you noticed that today's Feng Yi is slightly different from the past?"

Zheng Dahu was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, "It is indeed very different, even if his combat power is strong, his cultivation realm is three levels lower than mine." In the daytime, he was able to take my must-kill palm without losing the slightest advantage......"

"That's because he used the secret technique of burning blood taught by the old ghost of Xinli. Zheng Huai interrupted his father's words.

Zheng Dahu was shocked when he heard this, "What? He actually learned Xin Li's blood-burning secret technique?"

Back then, the Great Elder Xin Li was eighty years old, with a sixth-layer cultivation of the quenching body, and used the blood-burning secret technique to forcibly improve his strength, and he actually fought against three ninth-layer martial artists in succession in a single stick of incense without falling behind at all.

The strength of the blood-burning secret technique can be seen.

"With this secret technique in my body, don't say that it is my father, I am afraid that only the sect master can suppress him Feng Yi. This...... How's that okay?"

Zheng Dahu stood up straight, with a sad face, pacing back and forth.

Zheng Huai smiled loudly, waved his hand and said, "Father, don't worry, that Feng Yi, hum! ”

"Oh?" Zheng Dahu stopped and stared at Zheng Huai, "What do you mean by that?"

"Second brother, it's up to you to talk about this. Zheng Huaichong sat down under him, and the young man in a strong suit, who was born five big and three thick, raised his hand.

The young man's name is Zheng Han, who is Zheng Dahu's distant nephew and Zheng Huai's cousin.

"Uncle, that Feng Yi and the Eighteen Black Tiger Guards of the Yulin Sect encountered under the Windless Cliff today, although the bloody battle was won, but he was attacked by Shen Xuan, the young master of the Yulin Sect, and destroyed his dantian with a bloody palm. Zheng Han got up and bowed to Zheng Dahu.

Then he smiled cruelly, and then said: "Although he forced Shen Xuan to retreat with the Blood Burning Secret Technique to ensure that he was able to cultivate for a while, but when the duration of the Blood Burning Secret Technique ended, he was sealed and ...... Hey. ”

Zheng Dahu turned his worries into joy, and walked in front of Zheng Han, "Is this true?"

Zheng Han nodded solemnly, "My nephew has seen it with his own eyes, and he can't be wrong." ”

"Hahaha...... God help me, God help me! Feng Yi Xiao'er, Xin Li old horseman...... Hahaha...... This is the day of destruction, you wait. ”

In the main hall, Zheng Dahu's wild laughter echoed and swaggered, causing thunder to smash the ground and roar continuously.

Before the thunder stopped, the torrential rain poured down, and the noise and chaos of the world were washed away.

"Zheng Han, gather the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall, and now go and destroy him Feng Yi, and never suffer in the future. Zheng Dahu shouted an order.

Zheng Huai hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No." ”

"Why not?" asked Zheng Dahu with a frown.

"Father, although he Feng Yi is arrogant and arrogant on weekdays, his contribution to my Dragon Yin Sect is also well known. If he is killed on the spot now, it will inevitably cause chills among the disciples. In addition, we have just made a life-and-death contract with him, if he dies at this time, what will outsiders think of my father and son?"

Zheng Dahu suddenly nodded and said, "Outsiders will definitely say that you are afraid to accept his challenge, so you deliberately did something in secret." ”

"Yes. Zheng Huai nodded, "A month later, there will be a decisive battle between life and death, which will not only divide life and death, but also determine the position of the young master of the sect." At that time, the elders of the neighboring nine sects will come to watch the battle, and when the time comes, I will personally kill him Feng Yi, not only Yang Wei, but also his name. ”

"Yes, yes, that's a great move. Zheng Dahu clapped his hands again and again.

Zheng Huai's face turned gloomy sharply, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, "However, this month can't let him live a moist life." Second brother, you quickly pass the order, from this time on, all the sects of Fengyi will be cancelled. The martial arts pavilion, the Xuanfa Building, the medicine house, and the canteen are not allowed to enter without permission. ”

Zheng Han was ordered to retreat, and Zheng Huai hurriedly ordered again: "Also, send more people to watch him, don't let him run away." ”

......

The rain continued to fall heavier and heavier until noon the next day.

Feng Yi opened his eyes, looked at the wooden roof, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes to look inside.

In the Jiang Palace, the Vitality Evil Dragon was dormant and silent, and the heart fire qi that had consumed most of the last night was also filled again. It's just that he didn't receive the master's order and didn't take the initiative to incinerate the Vitality Evil Dragon.

He was about to seize the time to practice when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps.

When I opened my eyes, it was Qing'er who came over.

She lowered her head, not daring to raise her eyes to look at Feng Yi, but said timidly: "Childe, ...... today." I didn't call for dinner today. ”

Feng Yi didn't think so, he had long expected that the Zheng family would make things difficult for him, but he didn't expect them to act so quickly.

At a glance, he found that Qing'er seemed to be a little abnormal, and Feng Yi's brows couldn't help frowning, "What's wrong?

Qing'er just shook her head and didn't answer.

Xiushou shook slightly, her face was reflected in Feng Yi's pupils, and a crimson palm print was clearly imprinted on her left cheek.

"What's going on?" Feng Yi asked sharply, his gaze suddenly cold.

Qing'er still shook her head, "No...... It's okay, it's nothing. ”

"You are my man, and no one in the world will ever touch a finger of you except me. Feng Yi's voice became colder and colder, and the anger and killing intent in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He regards Qing'er as his own sister, and he urinates like this. has been together for more than ten years, and I have never even lost my temper at her, but now in just two days, her left and right cheeks have been ruthlessly slapped one after another.

How can Feng Yi endure it?

"Tell me the truth, Childe is in charge of everything. Feng Yi took a deep breath, pulled Qing'er in front of him, and softly comforted him.

The little girl was teary-eyed, and finally couldn't help crying.

"Childe, it's Zheng Biao who manages the canteen, he ...... Not only did he not give me food, but he also wanted to ...... And bully me. I scolded him for being shameless, and he ...... And he beat me. ”

Feng Yi's face was pale, and his fists were clenched, "People are warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold." ”

As soon as he said a word, he grabbed Qing'er, strode out of the wooden house, and walked towards the front mountain canteen.

Along the way, there were many fellow disciples and brothers running back and forth, and after seeing Feng Yi, they lost their flattery and flattery in the past, or stayed away, or pointed and whispered.

Feng Yi didn't do it, pulled Qing'er, and walked forward proudly.

"Childe, your wounds ......"

As soon as she walked not far away, Qing'er asked in a low voice.

Feng Yi shook his head, "It's not in the way, I already took the healing pill last night, and now the injury is almost healed." ”

"I mean your dantian...... That Zheng Biao is Zheng Dahu's own nephew, and he is a second-layer martial artist who quenches the body, you have no cultivation now, if you have a conflict with him, I am afraid that ......"

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and by the end, Qing'er's words were like mosquitoes and flies buzzing, almost inaudible.

Feng Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't see the slightest hint of worry.

He knew that Qing'er was worried about himself, and at the same time, he was also thinking in his heart, "Great Compassion Fu" had not yet started, could he be able to defeat the quenching martial artist?

The two of them were not slow, and soon they came to the dining hall.

As soon as he entered the door of the dining hall, a rugged man with a height of eight feet and a tiger's back came over with a rice spoon.

This person is Zheng Dahu's nephew, the eldest of the three Zheng brothers, Zheng Biao.

Zheng Biao naturally heard about the destruction of Feng Yi's dantian, rolled his big eyes like copper bells, and said coldly: "Little waste, why are you here? Today's meal is gone." ”

In the past, he didn't dare to talk to Feng Yi like this no matter what.

But now it was different from the past, and now what stood in front of him was no longer the unparalleled and brave young sect master he used to be, but just an ordinary man.

Zheng Biao thought to himself that although his cultivation was not profound, he would not be able to beat an ordinary man.

"Oh...... By the way, it's not like there is no food. Na, there is still half a pot of dog food, if your master and servant don't dislike it, quickly bring it back and eat it while it's hot......"

Before he finished his sentence, Feng Yi had already taken a sharp arrow step and grabbed in front of him.

With his right hand, he pointed at him and slashed at his left rib.

"Ah......h

Zheng Biao let out a scream like killing a pig, his facial features were distorted, and his face was hideous. The huge body couldn't withstand the tremendous force on Feng Yi's hand knife, and he fell to the right violently.

"Bang!"

Fell to the ground, startling the room full of smoke and dust.

Some fellow disciples who came to cook suddenly saw such a scene, and they couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

At this moment, a question invariably appeared in their hearts, "What is Feng Yi going to do?"

sent out a hand knife with all his strength, but only seriously injured Zheng Biao, who was a second-layer cultivator of the quenching body, which made Feng Yi feel quite lost.

If the dantian was not damaged, this move alone would be enough to take Zheng Biao's life.

However, through this simple move, Feng Yi also roughly estimated his cultivation situation.

In the Jiang Palace, although the Vitality Evil Dragon has not been completely incinerated yet, it has slowly given up its unyielding and wild nature. Every time it fluctuates, it will exude a faint aura of Yuan Force, which will merge into the flesh and bones, enhancing its own strength.

Until this moment, Feng Yi's flesh and blood power was no less than six hundred catties, and he could already rival the peak of the first layer of the quenching body, and it was not very far from the realm of the second layer of the quenching body.

This result is not satisfactory.

can't say it's bad, but it hasn't reached Feng Yi's heart's hope, it can only be said to be average, neither good nor bad.

"Alas...... I'm so ambitious. It's only been half the night since I've been practicing until now, and the exercises haven't been introduced yet, and it's already shocking to be able to have a level of cultivation that quenches the body, so what more can you ask for?"

Thinking of this, the loss in my heart was swept away.

Zheng Biao was still screaming for his life, and the rice spoon in his hand had long been lost.

Feng Yi's dislike for the Zheng family no longer needs to be expressed in words. Zheng Biao's screams not only did not arouse the compassion in his heart, but made him feel disgusting and disgusting.

What should he be left to do with such a man?

Feng Yi stepped forward and stepped on Zheng Biao's chest.

was about to trample it to death, when he suddenly heard an angry shout coming from outside the door of the canteen, "Feng Yi, you are presumptuous!"

The person who came was Zheng Han, the second eldest of the Zheng family, and there were several law enforcement disciples behind him.

Feng Yi didn't care about him, his right foot was hard, but he heard the "click" sound, and Zheng Biao's front chest ribs were all broken.

The screaming stopped, and the world was quiet.

Zheng Biao's eyes were wide open, his mouth was spurting blood, and he was so dead that he couldn't die anymore.

Inside and outside the dining hall, there was silence.

More than 20 people in front and back all widened their eyes and stared at Zheng Biao's corpse with a face full of disbelief.

Yesterday, Feng Yi killed Xiao Zhen in front of everyone.

Today, he killed Zheng Biao in front of so many of his peers.

Xiao Zhen is okay, after all, he is just a disciple with a foreign surname, he has no background and no profound cultivation, so he will be killed if he kills him.

But Zheng Biao is different, he is a descendant of the Zheng family, and his blood relationship with the second elder Zheng Dahu is deeper than Zheng Han.

It was even ......

Feng Yi's madness couldn't help but make everyone tremble.

"Feng Yi, you dare to kill my eldest brother......"

Seeing Zheng Biao's tragic death, Zheng Biao jumped like thunder, strode into the dining hall, raised his right fist, and slammed towards Feng Yi.

The fist style is fierce, and it is the martial art 'Demon Suppression Fist' of the people of the Dragon Yin Sect.

Zheng Han is a three-layer cultivation of quenching the body, and this punch with all his strength is a fourth-layer martial artist who quenches the body, and he does not dare to take it hard.

But his opponent at this time is Feng Yi, who is known for his bravery.

Seeing a punch coming, Feng Yi did not dodge or dodge, and also threw a punch and went straight up.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, Zheng Han's complexion changed greatly, and the color of pain floated between his eyebrows. "Kick and kick" took three steps back in succession before stabilizing his body.

Feng Yi was much more chic and calm, standing proudly on the spot, unmoving.

Qing'er, who was standing on the side, opened her mouth slightly, and her big watery eyes stared at her son-in-law, and her pupils were full of doubts.

But it is still not as strong as the doubts in Zheng Han's heart.

"How is it possible, his dantian is not ......"

Before a thought was finished, Zheng Han violently spit out a mouthful of suffocating blood, and Wei Dun fell, his face was pale, and the internal injuries were obviously not light.